After about a year of working in the beauty supply store/salon I took off back east to NJ. I was confused partying and not taking my job seriously. I felt the only way to clear my head was to take off and start a new beginning. My mother bought me a one way ticket and told me to work my way back. Its’ the best thing she could of done. You see my mother is not the type to baby anyone. She comes from the life of hard knocks and feels we should all work our way.

When I arrived in NY. I was in awe how people don’t sleep. The city was awake at 12am like it was 5 o’clock rush hour here on  the 405 Fwy. It was strange but exciting! After 2 weeks of staying with my grandfather I got home sick and started crying..New Jersey was so ugly to me..go figure I was born there. I missed looking at the grass, palm trees and our beautiful beaches..nothing like Venice Beach, with all the crazies and colorful rich artists.  All I would see  in Jersey was brick, buildings, I would get anxious to go outside because all the buildings looked the same. I felt like I was in a Twilight Zone episode. I’m sure Jersey has its beautiful parts but I don’t remember them. I need to go back and prove myself wrong.

I was claustrophobic, the noise, it all got to be overwhelming. The beach sand was hard enough to cut your feet.The one thing I did like about the east coast was the people. People on the east coast are not passive aggressive.. What you see is what you get and if you didn’t like it that was your problem. You can sit on the stairs and have a blast just hanging outside.

Somehow I ended up at my Godfather’s home. Its what they call ones who baptize you in the Catholic Church when your a baby and don’t know any better. He took me in. I worked in a hair salon for about 2  weeks and was fired. The salon owner told me I did not have what it takes to do hair and to consider something another career. I thought myself I’ll show you!..I found another salon walking distance to my Godfather’s house..I met cute fiesty Daisy..we became close friends and was the older sister I wish I had.

Four months later I came back to Cali with a whole new confident attitude. The east coast gave me the fiesty edge I needed to endure what was to come. I picked up a Jersey accent but it died off about a month after landing back in LA. I went back to work with Mr. Al the salon owner who gave me my first break. That was my LAST vacation. Ever since I became a workaholic…to be continued..💕💖